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Well, then. You help me handle a heavier punch, and I'll show you a few moves that your lycan strength will put your enemy flat to earth in no time. *his smile is just a trifle chilled but his eyes are warm and sparkling*

Well, I hardly want to make you uncomfortable, though I suspect you hit just a tad harder than I do, even if I might know where to hit.
I must, honestly, apologize. All you did was welcome me and offer help, and here I am like a toddler, crowding request upon request.

I do speak French, though I understand that Louisiana French and Parisian French are two different animals. Still, consider me challenged.
As for fortunes read, why not? I've got a ring that's equivalent to the most annoying magic 8-ball you can imagine. I can't conceive any reading being less helpful. And, of course, my muay thai is rather spectacularly lacking compared to, say, a vampire, so if you are offering sparring sessions...?

*another faint laugh and a shake of his head* I don't find you hard to understand. Perhaps the deep Cajun Bayou is closer to what I'm used to hearing, or maybe it's all the time in Interpol.
Apparently, I'm also from a family connected to this stuff, although I only recently was made aware of it. Mine did not, I'm sad to say, involve an instruction manual.

*he laughs, a soft, quiet sound* Do you have an accent? I thought, this side of the pond, I was the one who did.
In any case, don't make too sweeping offers, or you might find yourself with a limpet demanding encyclopaedic knowledge of everything that goes bump in the night. I'm used to... knowing the score, as it were, and I'm not fond of the alternative.

Winter leans on the entrance way to the kitchen a dorky ass grin on his face as he watched the man before he be covered in puppy love and kisses. "Just when I think I can't swoon over you more you giggle. I have all the butterflies in my stomach."

At the question Winter would bite his lip. "Oh well you see I found them at the pound. I couldn't leave the precious things there! No one wanted them and it was breaking my heart! Obviously I'm not gonna keep them all! Want one?"

Points to the fattest looking puppy. "That one is mine though, I'm keeping one. And of course if I can't find homes for them I am taking care of them so I'll be moving out cause I'm not allowed a f*ck ton of pets crazy I know!"

He sends the message as he is already rallying the troops to assault the male in the kitchen. Keeping puppos in line was much harder then he remembers. Stops short of the kitchen bends down looks at said puppos.

"Go for the eyes." Stealthy glances into the kitchen. "And charge!" Proceeds to smile like a dork as the pups charge the kitchen.

-wide eyes-
Man, I could be into that.
-chuckles-
Plus, my wife is always lowkey hungry. One of the many things I love about her - the appetite.
-huge grin-
I'm always hungry too, so...
-nonchalant shrug-

Pffffffffft she laughed."You sound just like my brothers. They gave up thinking that after a while too. There's a reason I was family scout, ya know." She wrinkled her nose for effect, giving a little sniff. He smelled like snacks.

-squints a little more-
Lemme call Rhiannon first?
-holds up finger, speed dials wife-
Just so I know you're not just f*cking with me.
-talks briefly into iPhone, nods-
I got the go ahead. But first, what kind of food does Elysium have?

Fia chuckled at his response. It had been a while since she had been in any race that she had not won, be it on her bike, or in her paws. She was pretty sure her crew-mate was of a ‘kindred spirit’ and she wondered just how many of her kind were walking the halls of her new home.

“Hunter’s Moon is on October 24th, if you know of any others who might be interested, it might be a good night to do a little countryside exploring?” She left it as a suggestion, but could already feel herself tingle at the thought of a crisp autumn night and running beside a new pack.

"Oh yes I did! Thank you SO much! Though you probably shouldn't have told me that now I'm just gonna go crazy and buy sweets. And sweets go straight to my ass. And let's be honest it is pretty damn perfect the way it is." Smiles at the male.

"Um, there are 20 other people besides me who can put up fake spider webs, I have to do some more paper work. Halloween wasn't her holiday, no holiday was her holiday actually. These days Eden was all business all the time.

"I bet you could get that one girl, Sav to help you with this. She seems like she might enjoy putting up Halloween decorations." Eden didn't know how to take his next comment, was he saying she looked dead. She stared at him trying to determine his intentions. Just like always she overthought everything! "Um.. I think maybe I'll skip the make up... thanks though."

"Lookit you Mister Fancypants living part time in Paris, city of romance."
-bats her lashes-
"Sure, why not? I like adventures and you haven't steered me wrong yet. My boss might not be happy but he'll have to deal."
-winks-
"Maybe I'll find a person who wants to stick around for more than a week or two."
-pffts-

"Wuss."
-huffs at him-
"Guess what? You just volunteered to help me find one."
-nods-
"The kiddies are back in school. I'll be working around Halloween with everyone else but right now I get to catch up with you."

She smiled at the mention of nature. It had been too long since she was in her native Oregon and running through the dense forests. She doubted she was going to find anything like that in Paris, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she needed to see stars and the wide open spaces a city just could not give. She gave a nod of her head, returning the infectious smile.

"I promise when I'm ready to run I will give you a shout. I can't be in a city too long before I need to get out and run. It will nice to have some company. " she added with a teasing wink "if you can keep up."

-kicks her leg up movie style-
-plants a kiss onto his cheek-
"I'd like to know who I got what from one day."
-tweaks his beard-
"Hey, I did remember to take a shower today. Even cleaned behind my ears!"

He seemed very friendly, and it was nice to finally meet someone in this new place she was calling ‘Home”. Fia thought hard on the question… “what did she need…..” A few things sprang immediately to mind, but she decided to bite her tongue, at least until she got to know people a little better. She raised an eyebrow in a bemused smile as she watched him work his note card. Was he keeping score?

With a slight cant to her heard she softly added. I will keep that in mind. Short of a gym and/or sparring partner and a good long ride out in the hillside, I think I’m good. Thanks.

Her initial instinct when approached was to bite first, drain, and ask questions later. But she wasn't that person anymore, not since the world went dark and she woke up changed. Everything she knew was gone. Some habits die hard though, so instead, she bit her own lower lip hard. Her eyes followed his gaze to the papers in his hand, and that left her with more questions than answers. What was on those papers? What did he know of her? What of her secrets had been discovered?

"Yes?" Her brow arched in question when he verified her name. Best not to think about those questions now. Hesitantly she extended her hand to meet his"I would say it's a pleasure, but that remains to be seen."That may have been more harsh than she intended, but in her defence, it had been a long while since she had pleasant company, aside from a very large black wolf she met in the mountains.

Lost in thought, she was unprepared and almost walked smack into her new crew-mate. He appeared before her, his voice breaking through the conversation she was having with herself. "Why, yes, be impressed with-yourself. My friends call me fia however."

-looks at you with a tilted head and confused before the introduction-
Oh! So you're Beau. Ok, good to know. Well thanks for the introduction then... if it was a little odd.
-shakes your hand-
But odd is good. Odd is preferred.

"I couldn't possibly get to your level of facial hair."
-suddenly inadequate-
"Well, I always knew I'd fail at parenting. Now is as good of a time as any to call it quits."
-nods-
"Before they're old enough to remember you, right?"
-blinks again-
"Wow. That was a dark place. I need a beard."

"Of course it was a pornstache. And it was beautiful. But she made me shave it off."
-heavy sigh-
"She said I couldn't raise a daughter with a caterpillar on my face."
-squints-
"But I feel like... cool dads need mustaches."

"Champion? I'm sorry do you have proof to this claim hm? What's that no? Well! I don't believe you then."
He was certainly gonna be in trouble fi they actually ended up playing.
"Dinner? Hm..."
Makes it appear he is thinking about it.
"I believe that's fair, you can even pick the place! I am sure have a favorite or something? However I want no judgement for how much I eat! I know I have a body of a god but your boy can eat."

Hey Beau! Thanks, love. Glad to be here. *pushes her sunglasses up to the top of her head* My name's Sav. I've been around the block before, but it has been a while. I'll definitely let you know if I need any direction *grins*

"Oh are you now? I'll have you know I too am great at it!"
In truth he had never tried, but he would act like had!
"Ya know I'm thinking about heading to New Orleans as a small vacation! Maybe you can show me around! I know how to get to your bar and that's it.
I might bring my sister with me! I think you would like her!"
Watches him carry stuff, may have swooned ever so slightly.

"Oh sounds like a hot time! You ever watch deadpool? Where him and Vanessa do that cute back and forth thing? I'm just saying it could be that cute and if the night ended up with us putting balls in holes I'm not gonna complain!"
Happily follows behind his companion.
"Ya know you almost got that right aside from the fact that I'm also gonna take my shirt off can't let you be the only one! Plus I hate clothes ugh."

"Oh ho you best believe you are gonna be blown right the f*ck away. I am SO damn creative."
Was only slightly panicking now.
"Ya know something handsome neither have I. My childhood was the worst possible but we don't need to dive into that!"
Smiles at the male.
"Alright need help moving in? I don't got a lot of sh*t so it wont take me long at all! I can watc- I mean help you carry heavy stuff. I wont ogle you at all."
Was one hundred percent lying.

Is mildly offended, but doesn't show it.
"Alright, that's how we wanna play? That's f*cking it I'm gonna think of the best god damn cute nickname ever. Bet I wont!"
Was totally not gonna ask his sister for help.
"Ah sh*t that is a tough one, both sound super amazing!!"
Rubs his own facial hair which pales in comparison to Beau's.
"I think across will work best only because I would hate to piss off everyone with our knocking. We can get walkie talkies though! Just as good yeah?"

Winter couldn't help but smile at his words.
"Lover boy? Are we having cute nicknames for each other already? I'm so unprepared!"
Smile slowly turns into a smirk.
"Is beard daddy too much?"
Fights back the urge to laugh at himself.
"Ah I see I see business is very important indeed! But now that you mention I haven't picked a room yet either! Wanna be neighbors? Or we go across from each other I promise to only leave the door open when you are home."
Thinks he is sooo funny.

"Oh handsome I can make you feel so much more than pretty."
Was caught off guard by the bear hug he received.
Hugs back of course hands maybe going a little lower then need be but didn't touch the butt.
He was getting better.
"It's good to see you as well Beau, though I suppose we shall be seeing a lot of each other now."
Pouts ever so slightly.
"Oh fine you buzz kill! Which room is yours? I can at least come over and hang out right? Drink? Gossip? Play games?"

Whistles loudly.
"Look who I have spotted roaming the same halls in the same Sanctuary. You missed me didn't you handsome!? Can't say I blame you. You have been on my mind as well."
Smirks.
"Wanna share a room? I'll let you be the big spoon! I'll even wash your back in the shower. After all what are friends for?"

Winter's smile faltered as the male said he wouldn't be distracted. "Well I mean huh." His arms slide over his broad chest. "I talk a lot been told it's very annoying." Was that even a decent save? Perhaps Winter wasn't as smooth as he thought he was.

"Usually yes or I feel them up for money. Have you noticed that people's hands just find there ways into your pockets? And always the back one! To be honest those are old cards but the number still checks out handsome." Winter eyes went wide at the comment about physical pleasure. Certainly shot that plan in the ass.

"Straight to sex? Come now! I have some manners I must wine and dine first." An amused smile would creep upon his face. Winter accepted the card from the man studying it before his gaze returned to Beau.

"Just one? Isn't that a pity." His smile shifted to a smirk. "I will see you sometime soon then, try not to miss me. It will be hard I leave such great first impression."

"Good luck with your repairs." With those last few words Winter gave the male a wave and continued on with his jog.

Winter's icy glaze never left the males face, he was handling this better then most! The confused look Winter was used to not getting flat out rejected was something he wasn't used to. He almost gave his own confused look but he kept it on lock!

"It is a rather great season, as for a name well not the best. Drug addict parents gave it to me though, literally I have all the season in my family. Summer, Autumn, and Spring great bunch really not nearly as good looking as me however very close."

"Oh we were doing last names as well? Winter Summers then. Like I said early not ideal name. However yours is rather interesting!" Winter watched as the male moved around him not necessarily upset he now saw the backside of the man. Thank god the little voice in his head kicked in reminding him to keep his mouth shut.

"Ah while I am Very good with my hands I fear I would be too distracting how would you get any work done?" A sarcastic smirk crept upon his face as the words left his mouth. His hand would reach into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. Where he would then produce a card and hold it out to the male.

"For when you are not booked, give me a call and we can do whatever word you said earlier." Winter would offer the male a small smile. "Do try not to keep me waiting."

Winter was out for his levening jog, the air around him was finally starting to turn cool and the faint scent of fall was in the air. His second favorite season, would be his first if he didn't feel like he was betraying his own name for not liking winter best. He continued down the path he was on bobbing and weaving between people careful not to bump anyone and then it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye he even doubled back to make sure he was now standing in front of the man.

"Well hello handsome where have you been all my life?" Winter gave him a once over. Curse Winter for being weak to men with beards! Winter would give the other male a charming smile. "And how are you this fine evening hm? Doesn't matter! Why? Because I'm about to make your night, as long as you are into men more specifically ones that have a horrible past, a f*ck ton of scars and tattoos not to mention who are also incredibly handsome. If so then baby I'm your dream boat and lucky for you I'm taking passengers."

Winter would proceed to wink at the male. "So what do you say? Drinks? Dinner? Movie? Coffee, they are serving those pumpkin spice practically everything that people seem to go ape sh*t for. I personally have never tried one but the way people act about them it's gotta be f*cktastic." Winter would go silent as he waited for the male to respond though it lasted for only a mer moment. "Ah sorry where are my manners! I'm Winter." Now he was going silent.

Caitlyn slurps from the empty orange juice container, as she stared at the other. Her blue-green gaze gawks unable to help it. The mom in her comes charging through the wall. "You..you kind of look cranky. Maybe you should nap. Hi! I'm Cait!" A beaming grin is offered to the stranger.

The man’s unwavering smile let Summer continue on as though he hadn’t had an internal struggle after her mistaking ‘maw maw’ for mum. She didn’t know him well enough at all to pick up on any slight tells, plus, there was much distraction by way of the bar. At his beckoning for boudin, her stomach growled once more. Honestly, it was as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Wait, what day was it? Hell, time was slipping past her again. Giving her head a little shake, she resolved to worry about it later.

Following suit, she hopped on a bar stool, but kept her sandals on- for the time being at least. Her eyes widened at his explanation. “A circus troupe? An honest to god circus troupe?” Her tone was thick with amazement and a little bit of envy. Oh, how her life may have been different had she been able to run away with a circus like this one. Not that she had much complaints about her life presently. She was about to ask if he’d ever traveled with them when a robust feminine voice broke through the din of the bar.

Looking on and listening in with amusement, Summer smiled, whiskey colored eyes twinkling with mirth as she took in the exchange. He didn’t even need to introduce her- any woman who calls a grown man by his full and proper name is likely someone of familial authority. Maw-maw indeed. Their exchange had Summer chuckling, even though she did try to bite it back upon seeing his tinted cheeks. Perking up upon hearing him mention her as a customer, she nodded enthusiastically, breaking into a grin. “I hear you have the best boudin around!” Laughing, she nodded resolutely at the woman’s offer for assistance. Her amusement continued at the second smack to his head, then felt a pang of longing when she kissed his forehead. It was such a sweet and familiar gesture, one that any grandchild should experience no matter the age. The longing nearly took her breath away.

She too was masterful at keeping her face in a pleasant mask. Giving a smile, she nodded and chuckled. “I put two and two together. She seems like quite a handful. But a loving one. You’re a lucky man, Mister Beaudoin. I’m Summer, by the way.” She beamed a sunny grin at him.

"'The Rompin' Rougarou'" she murmured in a soft voice upon reading the sign, about to give the man a closer look when he opened the door for her. The idle and curious question on her tongue dissipated, his introduction of the place enough to derail her thoughts. A wide grin and delight lit her entire face. Giving his arm a playful swat, she said with surprise, "This is yours and your mum's! Brilliant!" Her hybrid British-Australian accent coming in thick. Looking around, her eyes slowly adjusted to the dimmer light inside, the Bayou sun shining bright outside.
It wasn't uncommon to walk down the street in a city any given day and happen upon one or two atypical people, whatever the definition of that may be. What was uncommon was entering a bar mostly filled with people who were atypical, with the societal standard of 'typical' people being in the minority. Despite that, Summer noticed that the energy of the place was that of ease. Of comfort. Like everyone here belonged. The sensation was like a firm hug, or the warmth one feels after laying in the sun all afternoon. Simultaneously soothing and a little intense, but in all the right ways. As he'd said, they were extended family. Summer knew as well as anyone that blood counted for something, but didn't account for all. Chosen family very frequently ended up being just as important -or even more important- than blood family. Her grin softened into a warmer, welcoming smile as they approached the bar. The smells, the sounds, the fact that her stomach growled loud enough to rival that of the strings, it was a feast for the senses and she didn't even have a plate of the renowned food or a drink yet. "I never mind a rowdy bunch. They're just visiting? Where from?"

"Adara or Addie, if you please." A toothy grin would spread, he made her laugh and his offer proved to be from a generous nature, and for the angel in wolf's clothing (ha) that was all she needed to hear to make an offer of the same.

"I'll keep that in mind. And if you're ever in New York, come find us at The Lycan's Den. Drinks, food, and place to lay your head if you're inclined."

An eyebrow arched up, her dark eyes twinkled. “How do you think I got all this money?” She fanned the cash once more and laughed, finally tucking the wad into her back pocket. Adopting a horrified expression, she shook her head rapidly. “No, no, just kidding. I’ve no interest in angering a Voodoo Queen. Or princess. Hell, any on the voodoo hierarchy. While I am interested in all New Orleans culture has to offer, it’s a hard pass on the voodoo curse!” She snickered as they walked. As they approached what Summer took to be the bar (although it might not have, but the smell of fresh food wafting out had her thinking it was), she considered. “I’ve always thought I could hold my own, but maybe I could use a gris-gris bag? Hmm.”

“Holy crap, you must be an angel!” She murmured without a bit of irony, putting a hop to her step to follow him. Talented as she may be, determining who -or rather, what a person might be was not a skill she possessed. Plus, she generally ran on the assumption that most people were garden variety mortal humans. As such, she was largely teasing, rambling as she walked along side of him, “An angel-or given our location, a loa of some sort? There’s no other way to explain being mugged and then lead to Louisiana’s best boudin balls.” She paused, stopping and thinking with exaggeration. “Hmm, or maybe it was just one of those ‘right place, right time’ kind of things. Nah. That’s way too logical.” She laughed and quickly caught back up with him.

It was probably the quickest nudge she's ever had, so taking her by surprise was an understatement; still, even with arched brows, Addie had to laugh and hand over some cash. "Have a few on me. Wouldn't want you dropping dead of dehydration, now would we?"

Looking quite intrigued, she gave a slow nod. “You don’t say? It just so happens I love quaint, little old bars. And best liquor? Say no more. I insist you must show me this place.” Pausing, she looked at him, quite serious. “I have to ask- how’s their food? I could really put down some dirty rice or boudin balls right about now.” At the mere mention of food, of good food, her stomach growled audibly. Sheepish, she said, “I do crave some good food after a long flight.”

His dropped jaw caused her to laugh further. Raising a brow, she gave a thoughtful frown, fanning the stack of cash. Humid air wafted past her face, a climate and sensation she didn’t mind at all. It was one of the reasons she came to this city, after all. That and the Southern hospitality. Giving him an agreeable look, she said, “That sounds mighty thoughtful of you. But since you didn’t snatch the money, does that mean there’ll be no apology drink? Hmm.” She twisted her lips in mock concentration.
Looking at him like a lightbulb just went on in her head, she said in a conspiratorial tone, “You know, this money isn’t gonna spend itself. And those drinks aren’t going to drink themselves. And perhaps you might be successful if you were properly hydrated.” She said all of this as though they were facts, plain as day.

She let out a good-natured laugh. “Smooth. I like it.” Her whiskey-colored eyes twinkled with amusement. “If you’d have 'admired the assets’ from the other pocket, you’d have hit pay dirt.” Fishing out a handful of bills, she held them up like a fan. “Should you have been so lucky, what did you have planned for such a bounty?” Her head tilted to the side, giving a toothsome grin.

She'd only just arrived in town when felt the familiar sensation of someone groping around in her pockets. Oh New Orleans, never change. the angel thought with a snicker.
Turning, she noticed the man within close proximity. Giving a cheeky grin, she clucked her tongue. "Nothin' back there but curves for days."